Title: THE PROPER WAY TO SAY GOODBYE
Genre: Contemporary young adult
Word Count: 63,000
Only one person knew Chloe was gay, and his love and support disappeared when he hung a noose around his neck. And jumped.
Eighteen-year-old Chloe attends the college where her brother Brock spent his final days, hoping to uncover the reason behind his death. His whispers often invade her mind, and she can’t bear to tell anyone how he died. Or that she likes girls.
She soon finds Murphy—a boy who totally gets the wrong idea about their friendship. But Chloe refuses to tell him the truth, afraid to lose his support when she needs it the most. And Sasha, her gorgeous young teacher who had known Brock, and who just might have some insight into why he killed himself. Even after Sasha gives her Brock’s journals, Chloe still can’t figure out what pushed him over the edge.
She is consumed with Brock’s plan for revenge against his molester, and her depression deepens. Chloe pushes away the people who love her and starts to stalk the one girl who might have the answer—Brock’s girlfriend before he died, and the daughter of his abuser. But Chloe’s obsession comes at a cost, and she might have to give up everything she’s ever wanted—her girlfriend, her best friend, and her sanity, in order to discover Brock’s final secret.
THE PROPER WAY TO SAY GOODBYE is a contemporary young adult novel complete at 63,000 words. It would appeal to fans of Mindi Scott and J.H. Trumble.
The biggest thing I had in common with my older brother, Brock, was that we both liked girls.
Two months after he killed himself, his whispers still invaded my mind. I didn’t need a therapist to tell me it wasn’t really Brock talking. I wasn’t mental.
Usually his words comforted me, but other times they annoyed me.
Each step I took up the stairwell, my nerves grew exponentially. It’s only book club, I repeated to myself.
Cricket’s got a crush, Brock’s voice teased.
I rolled my eyes at both his comment and the stupid nickname he used to call me. But he was right. And in a few minutes I’d be joining her for the first time outside of class. Sasha.
Beautiful long blonde hair. Gorgeous full red lips. And a large chest to match. Perfection in every way.
Unfortunately, she was also my Freshman Composition teacher. Teaching assistant technically, so she couldn’t have been more than a few years older than me. Not that it mattered.
I could imagine the look of horror on her face if she found out I liked her. She wouldn’t smile and laugh it off like she did with the guys in class who were hot for her.
No. A female student—that would trip her out.
Brock had been the only one who knew I was gay, and that wouldn’t change anytime soon. Even though I was in college and far away from home, I wasn’t ready to tell anyone else.